I've woken up in the middle of the night. I never got around to closing the blinds. The only sounds are that of my still, sleepy breath, the near silent roll of tires on the snowy street.
We were hot on our hike, So we stopped by a spring. After soaking our feet for a moment, you lay down to rest. You're asleep now. The hot sun warming my back, The water nipping and chilling my feet, The occasional splash of a from in the shallow pools, And the steady, pulsing wing breathing fresh life into my lungs.
Ducking underwater when I'm the only one in the pool. A quiet, turquoise haven. There's no splashing, Yelling, Clinking toys; Nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears.
roaming through city streets swimming in lakes of luminous ink drifting above speckles of homogeneous aliens that paint in black and white for they cannot see the colours of the rainbow that i see every night